❝ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬❞ Months have passed since San left behind everything he ever desired, determined to confront the demons that had him spiraling without reprieve. Cursed and bound by fate, it became increasingly difficult for him no...
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《 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ˊˎ- 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠'𝐬𝐏𝐎𝐕 》
Sleep avoids me. The moment I had chosen to close my eyes, a rapid nightmare took form, but it hadn't been one I recognized. I was alone, paralyzed in a hazy darkness, unable to reach anyone and suddenly mute. Any words I tried to speak had fallen into breathlessness, watching as everything I held dearly drifted away, unaffected and completely oblivious.
Waking from that, I found myself feeling remotely nothing. My mind was blank, my eyes red with previously shed tears, a specific ache stuck in my chest as I lingered in bed for longer than I probably should've. I had my back turned to the door, my gaze towards the windows ahead of me, watching as the sun ascended further into the sky until it began its descent again. It was cloudy, but not enough to threaten with rain, even if I felt an onslaught of storms within.
I wanted San here, even if I hadn't deserved his company. Everything about him, his essence, his scent, his smile and his laughter all felt like things I could no longer have. I wanted to hope for a reality where he'd forgive me for endangering not only myself, but the entire gang. Sunghoon knew about the delicacies of the Drifters, aware of my relationship with San and surely other secretive details that Yeonjun claimed to share. Once again, things had unfolded because of my carelessness.
With a sigh, I roll over in bed, listening to Soo Yun's distant cries echoing through the empty hall. Her presence reminded me of everything I had likely placed at risk because of my idiocy, but I couldn't be bothered to care. I was worried about San, contemplating what future lay ahead of me.
With a wince, I sit upright, my hand immediately drifting to press against my wound. I had been blind in my rage hours ago, completely forgetting about the presence of my healing wound, but now the ache that remains present strikes a chord of unease within me. I didn't know what it looked like beneath the bandage, nor if I had made things worse by any means, but I would have to deal with it on my own, now. Grabbing my phone, I head into the bathroom, flicking on the light to glance at my reflection in the mirror.
I looked awful. My eyes were heavy with exhaustion, skin slightly pale, hair unkempt and knuckles slightly bruised from the abuse of knocking against Sunghoon's jaw. I stepped closer, discarding my shirt momentarily as I gently pulled the right corner of the bandage back, pulling and pulling until it revealed my wound completely. The stitches were still intact, but the wound itself had been redder than normal. Irritated and likely strained, but normal otherwise. The gauze of the bandage had been clean, no trace of blood in sight, leaving me to breathe in relief. Gently pressing the bandage back against my skin, I press my palms into the bathroom countertop, feeling the cold marble rest against my hands.
The world felt heavy, and all I found myself seeking was San's company. The earpiece was discarded downstairs somewhere, leaving me with only one means of contacting him.
